Attack Titan Mask Novels & Stories

Sneaky glared at him, and he shut his mouth, “Miles, what is your celebrity name?” “Masketer!” Owen exclaimed like a clown. “Mask Man” Chang Mang commented, Miles touched his nose, and Sneaky protested “no way” Owen's face fell, “why?” With a straight face, Sneaky replied, "they sound scary” Owen “_” Chang Mang “_” Miles replied, "Mora's mask” Sneaky's hand froze on the cursor, Miles turned around, and entered his mother's room, he retrieved the mask and wore it.

'He really wants Ella, I hope he does his job well so that I can be by David's side. Ella was like a child who received all her frustrations and finally found a shore to lean on. Obviously very touched, but his mouth was speechless. “Why did you come here? Why are you wearing a mask?” “My styling is Tuxedo mask. They all appear when the beautiful female warriors are in danger.” Raymond gave a sly smile. "I'm not a beautiful female warrior either." "Right. The beautiful warrior woman is so weak and weak like you." Ella is very unhappy. "I'm not weak."

Within moments, two of the attackers were flat on the ground, and the third ran back toward the dark van, his tires screeching as the vehicle sped away into the night. Silence fell over the alley again, broken only by the heavy breathing of the guards and the smell of gunpowder. I let out a shaky breath, slowly lowering my arms. I thought the danger was over. But then, the massive leader turned around. He walked slowly past his guards, stepping over the broken glass I had created. He did not look at his men. He did not look at the fallen attackers. Even though the darkness completely hid his eyes and his face, I could feel his intense glare locked directly onto me. He stared at my silver mas

Vexana Jones made sure everyone noticed the luxury watch on her wrist. Cassandra Carter talked about her wealthy husband, who doted on her. Rebecca Jenkins sat there in black-rimmed glasses with the bookish air of a math teacher. They weren't just showing off. They also kept finding ways to get my number. After all, no one expected that the girl who used to be nothing, the girl with that blunt bob haircut back then, would show up driving a Rolls-Royce.

But there was a subtle edge there, a tension that betrayed the knowledge that he didn’t truly know. “I doubt it,” I whispered back, leaning slightly away, ensuring the space between us was undeniable. The shift was tiny, but it was enough to send a silent message: control remains mine. The mask shields me, the anonymity preserves my power, and the game remains unbroken. Atlas’s gaze lingered, hard and penetrating, trying to dissect the enigma before him. But no matter how long he stared, he couldn’t see past the carefully crafted barrier I’d erected. My composure was intact, my calm deliberate. I had given him a glimpse, a taste of the tension, and now the power rested fully in my hands.

On her feet sat soft-soled tabi boots with segmented soles for near-silent movement, reinforced at the ball and heel for spurts of speed, and Knee-high gaiters strapped with fold-away grappling hooks for scaled walls or rapid retreats. A lightweight half-mask of lacquered steel and leather, covering nose and mouth; built-in carbon filter neutralises toxic fumes. The mask’s surface bears a subtle crimson blossom motif - her personal emblem, visible only when moonlight strikes it just right. Alec had to blink a few times. He was certain this woman with flaming carmine hair and apple green eyes was his mother, even beyond the mask. However, she ignored him and walked right up to Artemis. The wa

Brett said before he smiled and winked at the girls from afar. Adam snorted. He’s ashamed to see Brett flirting around female humans as soon as he got discharged from hospital. ‘I guess he is indeed feeling okay,’ Adam concluded. “Stop flirting with anyone. It will get us more attention,” Adam commented. “Speaking of attention,” Brett murmured, as he put down his glass and stared at Adam from head to toe. “Why are you wearing a Bauta mask?” A bauta mask is mask the cover the full face. It hot square-ish jaw, large chin and no mouth.

One collapses onto the canvas, blood seeping through his torn shirt, smearing across the mat like ink. Another man steps forward. He moves like a predator—slow, careful, every step full of confidence. A black mask covers the top half of his face, but it doesn’t hide the power radiating from him. Broad shoulders, corded muscles, scars like trophies. Every move is precise, deadly—he exists to win. The crowd goes wild, shouting and stomping so loud it shakes the arena. “Tyrance! Tyrance! Tyrance!” The name crashes through the hall like thunder, but he doesn’t even look at them.

Despite how Wayne did anything to change my mind, he didn’t even win to make my decision. “Mom, am I a baby needing a babysitter? We are old enough to learn easily.” Atticus pouted his lips before he looked around, and he gasped when he saw the last man, who had a mask on his face. The man had blue, sparkling eyes like Ashton and King Edward had, which made my twins excited to meet him. “The man who had a mask. I think I want him. He looks cool!” Atticus commented while Kairo continued observing the man. Wayne had been watching us, but he chose to remain silent.

But, he was also a loyal friend to Adrian, he knew if Adrian asked for his help, it means there’s really going on, “Okay, I’ll tell you, however, we better take you out to the town in order to tell you exactly what the situation is.” “You take her out, I’m not in a mood to go out, I’m leaving.” Adrian got and went out of his room after telling them. “Can we still go out, I mean with Adrian?” Elysian was still staring at Adrian. “Yeah, we can but need to cover your face with this,” He gave her a mask to cover her face, “Why are you giving me this?” she asked while admiring the skull emblem which was printed on that black colored mask, it was looking like a special type of mask that can only b